Thinking it was a creative writing prompt, Elias typed his own name. The screen went dark for three seconds. Then, a low-bitrate video feed began to play. It wasn't a pre-recorded clip. It was a live, overhead shot of his own apartment, rendered in a grainy, 1990s survival-horror aesthetic.
Elias realized then that he wasn't the director. He was just the talent, and the scene was a tragedy. Casting_Director_v0.04_Alpha_Compressed.zip
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On the screen, a low-poly version of Elias sat at a desk, illuminated by the glow of a monitor. Thinking it was a creative writing prompt, Elias